Saint Paul’s Hymn to Love

1 Corinthians Chapter 13

Jerusalem Bible

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Though I command languages both human & angelic ~ if I speak without love, I am no more than a gong booming or a cymbal clashing.  And though I have the power of prophecy, to penetrate all mysteries & knowledge, and though I have all the faith necessary to move mountains ~ if I am without love, I am nothing.  Though I should give away to the poor all that I possess, and even give up my body to be burned ~ if I am without love, it will do me no good whatever.

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Love is always patient and kind; love is never jealous; love is not boastful or conceited, it is never rude & never seeks its own advantage, it does not take offense or store up grievances.   Love does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but finds its joy in the truth.  It is always ready to make allowances, to trust to hope & to endure whatever comes.

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Love never comes to an end.  But if there are prophecies, they will be done away with; if tongues, they will fall silent; and if knowledge, it will be done away with.  For we know only imperfectly, and we prophesy imperfectly; but once perfection comes, all imperfect things will be done away with.  When I was a child, I used to talk like a child, and see things as a child does, and think like a child; but now that I have become an adult, I have finished with all childish ways.  Now we see only reflections in a mirror, mere riddles, but then we shall be seeing face to face.  Now I can know only imperfectly; but then I shall know just as fully as I am myself known.

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As it is, these remain: faith, hope and love, the three of them; and the greatest of them is love.

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editor

Rawclyde!

Halo

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by Rawclyde!

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You & I

Two daffodils in a flower pot

Watching TV

The image is blurry

Mightily

I stomp my foot

Now the image is clear & percise

Triumphantly

I & the TV glare back at you

In your faded flower-print nightie

In your comfortable chair

Your hair growing long & elegantly cornball

You won’t look at me

Okay, you sneak a glance

Suddenly

I see a halo around your head

I see I see

You are a saint!

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photo by

Agnieszka Osipa

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What A Gal!

Clyde (left) and Susan and (right) Chuck

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First love

Way back in the fifth grade

A vivid classroom memory prevails

Chuck & I watching you

Pick your nose & roll your boogers into little balls

Then tossing them into the hair of Greg P

As he slept with his head on his desk

What a gal

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from

The Autobiographical Fantasies & Transformations Of

Rawclyde

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photo from Annie Get Your Gun (1950)

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Will You Still Need Me? Will You Still Feed Me?

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T’was a red hot brand

That singed my hide forever

When you passed me in your new Volvo

On College Avenue

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I was lollygagging along

In my brother’s ’56 Chevy

When you honked, waved, smiled

And accelerated as if a gust of wind

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I would have chased you down

But I was having a logical moment

No, I’d get a ticket &

You’d get away, so I didn’t

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The blond in the little white station wagon

Fresh out of high school & accelerating

A sight to behold, a flash

A photo forever in my mind

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I finally caught up to you at 64

A remnant of yesteryear

Bee-bopping in the kitchen making me breakfast

A plate of nourishment piled a mile high

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Rawclyde!

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photo

Buffalo Bill Cody

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A Princess Of Mars

When I kiss thee

On ye

Dimpled knee

Let it be

Let it be

Let it be

It is only me

Being free

Adoring thee

Let it be

Let it be

Let it be

My eyes overflow with stars

My soul twangs a thousand guitars

You are my Princess of Mars!

Let it be

Let it be

Let it be

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Rawclyde!

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artwork via

Dynamite Comics & Vinicius Menezes

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seeking the blessings of

Edgar Rice Burroughs

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Back In The Tomb

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Why oh why

Baby oh baby

Please tell me why

I’m moving so slow today

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Up the street

Up the stairs

Rickety old feet

Plodding along

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Pull me brim down

Pull me keys out

Unlock the door etc.

Sittin’ in the tomb again

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Why o’ why do I

Like sitting in this old cold hotel room

There ain’t nothin’ here worth considering

Yet my heart go zooooooom

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Aye!

We’re traveling now

You & your traveling man

Hold on tight now

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You is lookin’ so good

The whole dang neighborhood

Inside my mind

Gots reason to shine

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Yeah but

Yeah but

You say I’m way over here

You is way over there

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So it ain’t so

My thinking’s gone slow

You got bronchitis &

I’m a wanna-be bo’

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Yeah but

Yeah but

I hummed a little prayer

to the Goddess up there

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She’s on your side

As well as mine &

She’s a lot stronger than

Turpentine

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Sooooooo

We’re dancing slow

Your belly’s warm & plump &

We’re half drunk

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In fact, instead of growing old

We’re growing young

Oh so slow

To a Neil Diamond song

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Wait a minute

Something’s not right

My hat falls to the floor

Something’s wrong

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You’re like you always are

The hottest ray of sunshine around

But me, me oh my, my skin

It’s lost & cannot be found

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Dang it ~ everything was so gallant

Gallant & slam-dunk grand

No more yeah butts

I am, I am a skeleton man!

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by Rawclyde!

with a lot of help from artists

Dan Dos Santos

&

Clyde Caldwell

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Waiting For The Bus

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Here come the bus!

Here come the bus!

We’re ready to ride

God bless us!

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Try not to cuss

Try not to fuss

Manners are a must

When yer boardin’ de bus

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We don’t know each other

Shut-up, brother

Excuse me, sister

Muzzle your mother

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Don’t be afraid

To slap that brat

We won’t report you

Give me back me old hat

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Would you like to buy it?

It’s a hundred dollar hat

It fits right here

Yes, my head’s kinda fat

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My baby said I gotta go

She surely know

This old tramp

Movin’ kind a slow

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Yes, you may sit here

Give her room please

A pretty woman

Smooth shoulder tease

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Pullin’ down me brim

Ready to sleep the whole way

Oops, my head’s tilting over

Didn’t mean to stray

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 Ridin’ the bus!

Ridin’ the bus!

We been waiting so long

God bless us!

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Rawclyde!

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Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show

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Hot August night
And the leaves hanging down
And the grass on the ground smellin’ sweet
Move up the road to the outside of town
And the sound of that good gospel beat
Sits a ragged tent
Where there ain’t no trees
And that gospel group tellin’ you and me
It’s Love, Brother Love, say
Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show
Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies
And ev’ryone goes, ’cause everyone knows
Brother Love’s show
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Room gets suddenly still
And when you’d almost bet
You could hear yourself sweat, he walks in
Eyes black as coal
And when he lifts his face
Ev’ry ear in the place is on him
Starting soft and slow
Like a small earthquake
And when he lets go
Half the valley shakes
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It’s Love, Brother Love, say
Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show
Pack up the babies and grab the old ladies
And ev’ryone goes, ’cause everyone knows
Brother Love’s show

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Take my hand in yours
Walk with me this day
In my heart I know, I will never stray
Halle, halle, halle, halle
Halle, halle, halle, halle
It’s Love, Brother Love, say
Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show
Pack up the babies
And grab the old ladies and ev’ryone goes
I say, Love, Brother Love, say
Brother Love’s Traveling Salvation Show
Pack up the babies
And grab the old ladies and ev’ryone goes…

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sung by

Neil  Diamond

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1972

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